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You haven't any papers, or anything of that sort?" Then Mr. James B. Coulson, who was getting tired of his part, suddenly sat up, and a soberer man had never occupied that particular chair in the Bal Tabarin. "And if I have, my young friend," he said calmly, "what the devil business is it of yours?" Mr. Gaynsforth was taken aback and showed it.
Gaynsforth drew nearer and nearer to him. He even let his hand stray over his person, as though to be sure that he was not carrying too much in his pockets. "Say, old man," he whispered in his ear, they were sitting side by side now in the Bal Tabarin, "if you are going on like this, Heaven knows where you'll land at the end of it all!
The two men, after having talked business together for some time, arranged to dine together and have what they called a gay evening. They retired to their various apartments to change, Mr. Gaynsforth perfectly well satisfied with his progress, Mr. James B. Coulson with a broad grin upon his face. After a very excellent dinner, for which Mr.
Gaynsforth, on the other hand, although half an hour ago he had been boisterous and unsteady, seemed suddenly to have become once more the quiet, discreet-looking young Englishman who had first bowed to Mr. Coulson in the bar of the Grand Hotel and accepted with some diffidence his offer of a drink. To prevent his friend being jostled by the somewhat mixed crowd in which they then were, Mr.
You are over here from London either to pump me or to rob me. You are either a detective or a political spy or a secret service agent of some sort, or you are on a lay of your own. Now, put it in a business form, what can I do for you? Make your offer, and let's see where we are." Mr. Gaynsforth began to recover himself.
But I am working for some one who wants to know and is prepared to pay." "That's a very interesting job you're on, and no mistake," Mr. Coulson declared. "I wonder you waste time coming over here on the spree when you've got a piece of business like that to look after." "I came over here," Mr. Gaynsforth replied, "entirely on the matter I have mentioned to you." "What, over here to Paris?" Mr.
Hamilton Fynes occupied in the Stamp and Excise Duty department at Washington, and, finally, what the mischief you are doing over here in Paris." "Have you ordered the supper?" Mr. Coulson inquired anxiously. "I have ordered everything you suggested," Mr. Gaynsforth answered, "some oysters, a chicken en casserole, lettuce salad, some cheese, and a magnum of Pommery."
Gaynsforth, although he was an Englishman and young, showed himself to be possessed of a sense of humor. He leaned back in his seat and roared with laughter. "Mr. Coulson," he said, "I congratulate you and your employers. To the lower regions with business! Help yourself to the oysters and pass the wine." On the following morning Mr. Coulson received what he termed his mail from America.
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